Bust Out

Yesterday the Kadizzles busted out of Hazen.  The roads to Wheatland, Wyoming were not bad and the drive was a lot better than predicted. Last night we holed up in Wheatland where snow is on the ground. The damn propane heater in the camper will not come on, but we have plenty of electric heat.  Wind is the problem.  Right now there is no wind, but the road to Chug Water has some ice. If all works out we will be in Denver tonight to see the Ticklepinch, and her mom the Snoocherbear.

Some strange pain stabbed into  Kadizzle yesterday.  It was every bit as bad as a kidney stone.  Thank God and greyhound it seems to be gone this morning.  Someone out there somehow has a Kadizzle voodoo doll.  That person is shoving a pin up the exhaust of the doll.  That is one possibility.  The other possibility is a bung hole curse.   Perhaps someone has put a curse on Kadizzle.  All the pain is centered right where the prostate came out.  Hopefully this is a passing event.  The Commander says that if Kadizzle behaves perhaps the curses will be removed.

Kadizzle must admit he has put bung hole curses on a few people.  They should be reserved for the worst scoundrels like Dick Cheney, Hanity,  or Ashad.